The Songs of Cicadas

Don't feel much like writing today, but I am enjoying the open window and sound of cicadas, the soft, cool morning breezes and the warmth of the teacup in my hand.

Sometimes a good sentence is a work unto itself rather than an opening to something else.

The Great Summer Writing Retreat of 2019 continues. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion. And showing up. Every. Single. Day.